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[Avadakedaver]

może troche po nie w czasie czy jak to się mówi, ale ja pragnę wyrazić swój zachwyt nad tekstem do "spider's web". To jest godne nowego tematu uważam. Tekst jest piekny jak i tekst do "nine milion bicycles"

http://youtube.com/watch?v=BuoTuL1we_c



If a black man is racist, is it okay
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way
Because the bully's the victim they say
By some sense they're all the same

Because the line between
Wrong and right
Is the width of a thread
From a spider's web
The piano keys are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind

I could tell you to go to war
Or I could march for peace and fighting no more
How do I know which is right
And I hope he does when he sends you to fight

Because the line between wrong and right
Is the width of a thread from a spider's web
The piano keys are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind

Should we act on a blame
Or should we chase the moments away
Should we live
Should we give
Remember forever the guns and the feathers in time
Because the line between wrong and right
Is the width of a thread from a spider's web
The piano keys are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind
The piano keys are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind

[Eva]

Hehe a ja sie wlasnie zachwycam tekstem Emilie Autumn 'Thank God I'm Pretty' xD

Thank God I'm pretty
The occasional free drink I never asked for
The occasional admission to a seedy little bar
Invitation to a stranger's car
I'm blessed
With the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied
Which only means that when it's dark outside
I have to run and hide can't look behind me
Thank God I'm pretty

Thank God I'm pretty
Every skill I ever have will be in question
Every ill that I must suffer merely brought on by myself
Though the cops would come for someone else
I'm blessed
I'm truly privilaged to look this good without clothes on
Which only means that when I sing you're jerking off
And when I'm gone you won't remember
Thank God I'm pretty

Thank you God
Oh, lord
Thank you God
Oh, oh and when a gaggle of faces appears around me
It's lucky I hate to be taken seriously
I think my ego would fall right through the cracks in the floor
If I couldn't count on men to slap my ass anymore
I know my destiny's such, that I'm all stocking and curl
So everybody thinks that I'm a fucking suicide girl

Thank you God
For the occasional champagne I never asked for
The occasional admission to a seedy little bar
Invitation to a stranger's car
I'm blessed
With the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied
Which only means that when it's dark outside
I have to run and hide can't look behind me
Thank God I'm pretty